A Haunting: Century Lane
by Numb3rsfan
Summary: When the Eppes family moves into an old house on Century Lane, it isn't long before their youngest son Charlie is attacked by an evil entity, intent on destroying his family one member at a time.
1. The Stats

**Stats**

**Name: **A Haunting: Century Lane

**Fandom: **Numb3rs

**Warnings: **None

**AU or Canon: **AU.

**Rating: **R. (Just to be safe)

**Author's Notes: ** This is a take on a 'horror' story. It's based off of the tv show A Haunting, but I'm using the Numb3rs charactors. The story is purely fictional...it never happened.

**Summary: **When the Eppes family moves into an old house on Century Lane, it isn't long before their youngest son Charlie is attacked by an evil entity, intent on destroying his family one member at a time.


	2. Moving In

**Numb3rs**

**A Haunting: Century Lane**

**by**

**Numb3rsfan**

_**Between the world we see...and the things we fear...there are doors.**_

_**When they are opened...nightmares become reality! - A Haunting**_

Dalton California;

A white van pulls to a stop outside an old, two story brick house. The house was very rundown and in need of a paint job, yet the most 'striking' feature of all was it's victorian look.

The house stood all alone on Century Lane...a half dirt, half rocky road that was off of I -10, just thirty minutes from LA.

Opening up the side door of the van, two boys emerged and stood looking, taking in the house.

"So boys, what do you think? Did daddy and I make a good choice?" The boys mother Margaret Eppes asked.

The eldest son, Don Eppes gave his mother a short glance before returning his gaze to the house.

"Yeah mom...this is the best one I've seen so far." He murmered to her before walking towards the front door.

The youngest son, Charlie on the other hand just stayed right where he was beside the van, looking at the house like a deer caught in the headlights.

Seeing her son's scared expression, Margaret asked, "Charlie? What's wrong sweetie?"

"I'm scared." Charlie whispered, falling in to his mother's arms as she came over to comfort him.

Margaret thought that Charlie was just scared of the move; it really was a big step for them all, having just moved to California from Colorado to escape the people who would pick on Charlie because he was special.

You see, at the age of three Charlie's parents discovered he was exceptional when he was able to multiply three digit numbers in his head, so since then they gave him special tutors and special classes.

Now at the age of 12, Charlie had gone through all the special classes so he was encouraged to go to North Heights High School to take 12th grade, which was the final grade that his big brother Don had to take as well.

After he graduated, Charlie had already made up his mind that he was going to attend Cal Sci which was boasted to be the best mathimatical college out there.

"DONNIE! Come get your stuff!"

His father's yell caused Charlie to snap out of his reverie. Giving his mom a quick smile when she hugged him, Charlie took a deep breath before walking over to his father who handed him a box marked _'Charlie's Bedroom Stuff'_.

Stepping out of the way Charlie watched as Don came over and took another box from Alan, that box having been marked for Don's room.

Then Alan and Margaret each grabbed a box before heading towards the front door of their very first home.

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Alan opened the front door; hearing it squeak as if they were in a bad horror film.

The sunshine from outside lit up the foyer and living room quite nicely, making the fallen wall paper and cracked paint stand out quite nicely.

Entering the living room, Alan and the rest of his family were a bit surprised to see that the previous owners had left their couch and bookshelf behind...both were in a severe state of disrepair and needed to be disposed of.

Other than that, Alan noted that there was dust on the floors and a bit of what looked like red paint drippings, but he guessed that was to be expected from a house this old.

Turning to glance at his children he asked, "You two want to pick out your bedrooms?"

"Yeah sure dad." Don replied, turning and heading for the stairs, his box of stuff still in his arms.

Charlie followed behind, not wanting to explore the house any futher. He was scared of the house...perhaps more than any 12 year old should be. He couldn't explain it but he just had that feeling deep inside that there was something evil and sinister there...just watching him...it couldn't shake the feeling off.

Knowing he was safe with his older brother, Charlie followed him up the creaky stairs to the second floor.

Once there, Charlie saw that there were 7 doors on either side of the staircase. All 7 doors were shut...all looked like they hadn't been opened for quite some time.

Following his brother down the hall, Charlie stopped when Don entered the last bedroom.

Setting his box of stuff down, Don turned and saw his younger brother standing there.

"Ok Charlie I want you to pick a room at the other end of the hall...I don't want to hear you having nightmares in the middle of the night anymore." Don said.

"Don I don't like this house...there's someone here...someone bad. Can't I take the room next to yours?" Charlie asked, trying to swallow past the fear he felt.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Pick a room at the other end of the hall!" Don said as he went over to his younger brother and pointed down the hall at the four bedroom doors down there.

"But...!"

"Charlie the only people that are here are you, me, mom and dad. Now I don't want to hear any more of this." Don replied; closing his door before Charlie could get another word out.

Now all alone Charlie glanced around the hall, fully expecting something to jump out and get him at any second...but nothing did. However he still was very uneasy...especially in the hallway.

Shivering with fear, Charlie clung to the box in his arms as he trudged down the hall; taking the room that was closest to the stairs...and his parents bedroom.

Closing his door, Charlie plunked his box down on the dirty floor because the movers hadn't arrived yet with their furniture so there was no bed or anything in the room.

Glancing around Charlie could still feel those evil eyes staring right at him though he couldn't see him which made him feel even worse.

Suddenly the temperature in the room dropped dramaticaly, causing Charlie to start shivering in earnest.

Wondering what the heck was going on, he was about to call for his parents when he felt that someone was behind him. Whirling around, Charlie was shocked to see that no one was there...he was alone in the room!

Gulping in fear, Charlie moved over to the window, seeing that it was nailed shut with two rusty looking nails that had obviously been there quite some time.

Not caring about the nails, Charlie looked out through the grit covered windows towards the ground below half hoping that someone was there...someone who he could blame for scaring him so badly...yet there was no one to be seen.

Now completly terrified that his parents had moved in to a haunted house, Charlie ran to his bedroom door; yanking it open before running out and down the stairs, finding his parents at the bottom of the stairs chatting about how they had gotten this house for a song.

Quickly he ran past them and out the door in to the sunlight. Once outside the feeling of dread and the watching eyes faded, yet the pounding fear remained.

Spotting an oak tree halfway down the drive, Charlie stopped and sat down underneath it's shade as he tried to calm his pounding heart.

"Charlie honey...what's wrong?"

Looking over, Charlie saw his mother walking towards him; after he had run out of the house; the look of terror on his face, Margaret had followed him, wanting to know what had scared her son so badly.

"Momma...there's someone in there." Charlie said; his voice still laced with fear.

"In where? The house?" Margaret asked.

Receiving a head nod, Margaret shook her head and replied, "Charlie, there's no one in there but us. Come on, I'll show you."

However Charlie was to scared to even rise to his feet anymore, so he shook his head again and said, "I can't go back in there...he can see me..."

"Who can see you?"

"I don't know momma...something with evil, staring eyes." Charlie replied.

"Well you can stay out here for awhile longer if you want, but come back inside by sundown. Ok?" Margaret asked.

Receiving a head nod, Margaret hugged her youngest son before heading back inside the house.

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**A/N: Well I'm back. I've been wanting to do a story like this for awhile, but couldn't decide how I wanted it done. But anyway, this is my first Numb3rs 'horror' story so please give me some kind reviews...let me know if this story is worth continuing.**


	3. Footsteps and Voices

**A Haunting: Century Lane Chapter 2**

Sundown came all to soon for Charlie. When it did come, he knew what was expected of him, so as slowly as he could Charlie rose up and went back inside.

The house, even though it was all shiny and bright because all the lights were on and everything was now clean...his parents must have been really busy after he had run out, he guessed. Anyway, the house was not that cheerful looking or feeling at all.

"Charlie, there you are. Your mother and I were looking everywhere for you!" Alan scolded once he came in to the living room and saw his youngest son just standing there.

"I was outside dad...momma told me to come in at sunset." Charlie softly replied, wondering why his father was so angry at him.

"Don't you talk back to me young man! If I were to really teach you a lesson I would send you to bed without your dinner! But I'm not going to do that...yet. Now you will go to the dining room, eat your food and go straight to bed! Is that understood?" Alan said, quite menacingly in fact.

Charlie was quite confused as to why his father was getting so angry at him for just being outside, but he didn't dwell on that question for long.

Not wanting to make his father angrier, Charlie walked past him and in to the dining room where Margaret and Don were finishing up their meal of what looked like chicken and rice.

Sitting down, Charlie ate as quickly as he could, feeling his father's eyes on his back; watching him eat with barely contained rage.

Once he was done, Charlie rose up, carrying his dishes to the sink; placing them in before turning and high tailing it up to his room; making sure to walk and not run...his father was a real stickler about that some times.

Shutting the door to his bedroom, Charlie saw that his bed, book shelf, chest of drawers, four chalkboards and desk, complete with chairs, his books and his chalk and erasers had all been crammed in to his bedroom.

Wondering how the movers had gotten in and out without him knowing, Charlie walked over to the chalkboards, feeling the smooth wooden corners, making sure they were actually his...which they were...they all were.

Sighing a little bit, Charlie went to his chest of drawers, opening up the middle drawer and removing his PJ's which his mother had lovingly put away for him...as she had done with the rest of his clothes.

Charlie knew his mother had been the one to fold his clothes and put them away because he recognized the folds in the clothes as being hers.

Smiling a little, Charlie managed to change in to his PJ's, before taking out the small flashlight that he always carried in his jeans pocket.

Going to the lightswitch, Charlie flipped it; plunging the room in to darkness before he managed to turn on his flashlight.`

Spotting his bed, Charlie walked over and climbed in, pulling the sheets up to his chin before sighing; trying to get comfortable.

It wasn't long after that young Charlie Eppes fell asleep.

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The house was still and quiet; everyone having gone to bed a few hours earlier.

At 2 o'clock something strange began to happen.

At first there was a dead silence before the sound of heavy footsteps were heard on the ceiling as if someone wearing boots was walking around up there.

Charlie had been in a deep sleep, yet was awoken by the sound of the footsteps because they were on _his_ bedroom ceiling.

Terrified, Charlie yanked the covers over his face, squeezing his eyes shut while praying for everything to stop, but it didn't.

_'Charlie...!'_

Charlie's breathing quickened as he heard something whisper his name.

_'Charlie...!'_

"Please..." Charlie whispered, " please...leave me alone."

But his pleading did nothing to stop the footsteps and whispering.

Finally in the moonlight shining in to his bedroom, Charlie was aware of a shadow falling over him...even from under the covers he could see the shadow!

This was the last straw for him, because he started yelling next.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound reverberated all throughout the house, causing everyone else in the family to wake up in a panic.

Jumping out of their beds, Alan, Margaret and Don ran out of their bedrooms and down the hall to Charlie's room.

Entering first, Margaret flipped on her son's bedroom light before rushing over to him, noting that he was holding the bedsheets over his face.

"Charlie...honey talk to me...what's wrong?" Margaret asked; watching as her son slowly lowered the sheets from his face.

Charlie's face was the very picture...the very definition of terrified as he stared at his family in complete mortification.

"I saw it momma...I saw the ghost!" Charlie managed to gasp out; his heart still pounding from what had just happened.

"Honey..." Margaret began, yet Alan butted in before she could finish,

"That's what this is all about?! Charlie quit your lying! You know this house isn't haunted! Now quit your whining and go back to sleep!"

With that said, Alan left the bedroom; three pairs of eyes watching him depart.

Neither Margaret nor Don had ever heard or seen him act that way...especially to Charlie.

Feeling sorry for his little brother, Don sighed before he said, "You can sleep with me tonight Charlie...but just for tonight."

Nodding his thanks, Charlie threw back his bedcovers before following Don out of the room.

Following them out, Margaret flipped off the bedroom lights and shut the door behind her.

Once the room was quiet again, one last, lone _'Charlie'_ was whispered throughout the room.

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**Short chapter, I know but the more reviews I get, the faster I put out the chapters, and maybe the more lengthy they will be.**


	4. Ghost in the Bedroom

**A Haunting: Century Lane Chapter 3**

The next morning, Charlie rose up quite early; stepping out in to the morning sunshine to get away from the oppressive nature of the house.

Sitting down on the front steps, Charlie tried to make sense of what he had seen at heard last night.

He knew that he hadn't been dreaming...but he didn't know if it was real, either!

Who would believe him if he said his house was haunted? No one...his own parents and brother didn't even believe him, so there was no use mentioning it at school; people would just laugh at him and call him crazy.

Hearing the door open behind him, Charlie saw his mother coming outside, two cups in her hand.

Carefully she sat down beside her son; handing him one of the cups.

To Charlie's relief he saw that it was hot chocolate instead of coffee...which he hated with a passion!

"Momma...why'd we have to come here?" Charlie asked, before taking a sip of his drink.

"Your father was offered a job with the city...plus for you and your brother to continue with your education...the move was necessary." Margaret said as she glanced at her son who was gazing down in to his drink.

"I meant here momma. Why'd we have to move in to this house?"

"This was the only house big enough that we could afford, honey. Now I promise you that this house will grow on you. Just give it some time and you'll learn to love it here." Margaret sighed; running her hand up and down Charlie's back in a calming manner.

They both stayed outside for awhile; finishing their drinks. Then they both headed back inside; Margaret to start making breakfast and Charlie to get dressed for school.

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That night, Charlie had just finished his homework...for the entire week; setting down his pencil on the desk.

When he had been at school, he had convinced the teacher to give him the extra heavy work load and to his surprise the teacher had actually given it to him!

Now having completed it, Charlie glanced at his bedroom clock seeing now that it was way past his bedtime.

"If dad comes up here and sees I'm up, I'm dead." Charlie muttered to himself; rising up and grabbing his clean PJ's off the bed.

Quickly changing clothes, Charlie flipped off his lightswitch and climbed on in to bed.

Thankfully he had remembered to turn on his lava lamp a few hours ago, so the reddish glow of the lamp was bouncing off the walls as the lava took different shapes at it made its journey up and down.

This soothing action caused Charlie to fall asleep.

_Thump Thump_

Charlie gasped awake, his eyes immedietly going to his bedroom clock which he could see through the glow of his lava lamp.

It read 3:24.

Swallowing, Charlie nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the footsteps overhead again.

_"Not again...not again!"_ He thought to himself.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to quickly turn his head and almost immedietly he was gasping audibly, trying to scramble away from what he saw.

There, standing right beside his bed was a dark figure with two razer sharp horns coming out of it's head.

It was shaped sort of like a human, but it had long bear like claws and it's eyes were deep, dark pits.

Slowly the monster raised his clawed hand towards Charlie who tried to scream, but it was so low that he could barely hear it himself!

His heart pounding wildly in his chest, all Charlie could do was watch the figure slowly float forward till it was literally right beside him before he was able to shut his eyes and scream loudly.

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A loud knock at the door caused Charlie to open his eyes and quickly sit up.

He was in his bedroom he saw...the lava lamp still glowing brightly.

Had what happened last night all been a dream? Had he not really seen the being that looking strikingly like the devil himself?

_~*"Hey Charlie."*~_

Turning his head, Charlie saw the figure of a little boy sitting in his chair that was beside the desk.

The boy looked to be at least 9 or 10 years old, wearing a striped shirt and overalls. His shoes at dark specks on them; mud, Charlie guessed.

However, the thing that Charlie noticed more was that this boy was literally in black and white. He had no color to his features at all; in fact Charlie would have guessed he was looking at a boy from an early film had the boy not stood up then and walked over to him.

"Who....who are you?" Charlie asked.

_~*"My name is Man, Charlie. I want to be your best friend."*~_

For some reason, this Man ghost didn't frighten Charlie...in fact this ghost child caused Charlie to smile a little and caused his spirit to lift a little.

Rising with a big grin on his face, Charlie headed downstairs for breakfast.

Tromping down the stairs, Charlie was talking with Man the whole way, completly ignoring his brother Don who was sitting on the couch sipping his milk.

Entering the dining room, Charlie sat down at the table, still talking with Man even though his mother was trying to talk to him.

"CHARLIE!"

Gasping, Charlie looked towards his mother who was breathing hard.

"Momma?"

"Uh," Margaret began, pushing her hair away from her face, "Who are you talking to, hon'?"

"My new best friend." Charlie replied as if that was the obvious answer.

"What's his name?"

"Man."

Confused, Margaret said nothing more as she sat Charlie's breakfast down in front of him.

Looking down at the meal in front of him, Charlie's anger started to spike.

"I don't want this!" He said, flinging the plate off of the table to smack against the wall, splattering food everywhere.

"Charlie!" Margaret and Don said in unision.

Don had just finished his milk and had come in to the kitchen in time to hear Charlie's outburst and see him fling the plate off of the table.

As he rose up from the chair and turned to go back upstairs, Don saw the look of hatred and malice that he recognized oh so well...but not coming from Charlie's face!

Not knowing what to do, Don just stood there watching his youngest brother go up the stairs; hearing him start to speak to this 'Man' again, while behind him, Don could hear his mother sit down at the table in shock; too flabbergasted to clean up the food that was on the floor.

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**A/N: For those of you who has seen A Haunting, you may recognize the episodes in this chapter. The description of the ghost in Charlie's bedroom, I took from the episode "Where Demon's Dwell" and the bit about the 'Man' ghost, I took from the episode "Demon Child."**

**Also, thank you Luvnumb3rs and Masondixon for reviewing!**


	5. Beatings and Revelations

**A Haunting: Century Lane Chapter 4**

When Charlie came home from school that day, Margaret didn't even know how to approach him since his little outburst that morning.

Thankfully she and her son were the only two people in the house, since Alan was still at work and Don was hanging out with some new friends from school.

Walking over to her son who was sitting at the table writing down some math equations, Margaret asked him if he would tell her a little bit about his new friend.

Looking up at her, Charlie put his pencil down before speaking.

"Man is a boy with brown hair and blue eyes momma."

Not getting that much information, Margaret decided to try a different approach.

"Where does Man live?" She asked.

"Behind the school deep in the ground." Was Charlie's reply.

Hearing this, Margaret's mouth dropped open in shock. Was this 'Man' person dead?

Swallowing, Charlie continued, "He was coming out of school one day and a man came and took him. The man did terrible things to him and Man never saw his momma again."

By this time young Charlie actually had tears running down his face as he recounted the sad tale of Man to his mother.

"Is Man dead, Charlie?" Margaret asked; having to wipe the tears from her own face as well.

Sniffling, Charlie nodded his head and said, "Yes."

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That night the boys went to their respective rooms as usual, with Don falling asleep almost immedietly and Charlie having to flick on his lava lamp as a sort of night light.

However, at 12:30, the footsteps sounded again in the house but it wasn't Charlie who heard them this time...it was Don.

Hearing the heavy footsteps, Don's eyes snapped open, focusing on the ceiling as the footsteps seemed to walk up and down the walls.

Swallowing in fear, Don's heartbeat quickened as his bedroom door slowly opened and the footsteps came in to the room.

Closing his eyes, Don pretended to be asleep, even though all he wanted to do was scream as the footsteps came over to his bed and stopped.

Seconds later, Don felt something deathly cold brush his face before all his muscles clenched, almost as if he were getting a terrible electric shock!

His back arching, Don's eyes opened and there right in front of him was a being with dark pits for eyes. Little did Don know that this was the creature that had visited Charlie before.

Slowly the creature raised his hand causing Don's muscles to relax.

Out of breath, all Don could do as the creature placed it's hand on his head, was watch with terrified amazement, unable to do anything.

After several minutes, Don became aware of someone yelling...screaming in fact in the back of his mind.

It took him several seconds to realize that it was his voice that was screaming in terror.

Severasl seconds later, his bedroom lights were flicked on and there stood his mother, father and little brother all wondering what was going on...well Charlie didn't look all that worried because he had a sort of dazed look on his face; with his cheeks rosy red as if he were running a slight fever.

Jumping out of bed, Don cowered behind his father.

"He's going to hit me!" Don declared to whomever would listen, while his mother said, "No one's going to hit you baby."

However, mere seconds after she said that, Don collapsed on the floor as if he were thrown down, then he was jerked to the side as if he were kicked in the ribs!

Moaning, Don grabbed his cheek as if someone had slapped or kicked him there.

"Help me! He says he's going to take my soul!" Don called, feeling nothing but panic as his mother and father ingulfed him with protective arms, forming a sort of shield.

"Oh baby...no one's going to take your soul." Margaret declared, feeling sorry for her son.

She was actually very worried, having to watch her son getting attacked with nothing there that could have done it!

Meanwhile, Charlie had watched everything that had happened with that dazed look on his face, then without a word he turned and returned to his bed where Man was waiting.

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The next day Charlie woke up and went right to his desk and sat down, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil before drawing not math equations but cartoon strips!

However these cartoons weren't the good, wholesome ones, they were dark and scary drawings about demons and devils, with people getting killed and eaten.

Hearing his door opening, Charlie paid it no mind, even when he heard his mother's voice say, "Come on Charlie it's time to get ready for school."

Angry, Charlie rose up and tromped over to his mother who had just laid out his clothes on the bed.

Upon reaching her, Charlie turned and threw the clothes on to the bed with a snarl that seemed to be pure hatred.

"Charles Edward Eppes you pick up those clothes right now and get ready for school or it's going to be a big time out for you mister!" Margaret ordered, glaring at her son who glared back.

"I don't want to! Man said I didn't have to listen to you anymore!" Charlie declared as he actually tried to shove his mother out of his bedroom!

Alarmed, Margaret said, "Charlie stop it, I am your mother!"

She said this so many times that she started to cry as her own son kept shoving.

Finally Charlie had to give up and when he did he left the room leaving his own mother standing there in tears.

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When the children were at school, Margaret and Alan sat down on the couch to talk.

As she thought about what to say, her mind took her back to that morning when Charlie was shreiking, actually putting up a fight in front of the school.

However Don and a pretty girl named Amita, one of Don's friends, managed to get Charlie calmed down enough where that he actually went inside the building.

"Honey...what if the kids are right. What if the house is haunted?" Margaret asked.

"Hon' the house isn't haunted! If it were, we would have heard something!" Alan declared.

"I don't know. We can't just dismiss what happened to our children. I mean, when I was cleaning Charlie's room just a few minutes ago...I discovered that he's actually been peeing in the closet! Alan...honey he has never done that before!

"And last night with Don! Honey, he was getting beaten right before our eyes!"

Rolling his his, Alan sighed in frustration before he rose up off the couch and grabbed his car keys.

"Fine woman! Do what ever you want! I'm leaving!" He said before he marched out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

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**A/N: Hmmm...Alan possessed....Charlie with a ghost friend who's changing his personality and Don getting beaten by a ghost? I hope this is all to your liking.**

**Again, I don't own any of this, not even the episodes of A Haunting, IE "Where Demons Dwell" and "Demon Child" which is where I'm getting alot of this from.**

**Well anyway, please R&R!**

**Again thanks to Luvnumb3rs and Masondixon for reviewing!**


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